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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 17, 2012 8:59:19 GMT -5
A white room bedecked with flowers, fruit, and life. Leo conducts his private matters here, with his steward, Tyles Ford. It leads to a balcony that overlooks Highgarden and the Mander River. A wall of books consume one wall while his desk the other.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 17, 2012 9:02:31 GMT -5
He paced back and forth, reading the letter from King's Landing. He turned to his steward, "Peace? They want to arrange bloody peace? After all the Dornish have taken from me! My brothers, my land. Now Hightower won't give me his gold and men. Treason!" he muttered to himself, thinking out scenarios. "What should we do?"
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 17, 2012 10:37:59 GMT -5
"I do not believe House Hightower is committing Treason your Lordship...He is expressing restraint. Understand that War, however you see it as my lord, is not good for Westeros. Over Religion no less, men deserve better to then die for a god when they can simply allow them to be." The Elderly Maester said, skilled as he was and the research he had done they tended not to have a faith, and found the idea a war over such matters a waste of time and lives.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 17, 2012 10:42:20 GMT -5
He sighed, "When I call my banners, I want my banners. Send a raven to Lord Gerold at once. I want him in Highgarden within a fortnight." He sat at his desk, "We ride for King's Landing after he arrives. Send for a bard, please. I'm thinking the Rains of Castamere."
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 17, 2012 18:37:16 GMT -5
"I shall send the letter with haste!" He says bowing and leaves the solar.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 18, 2012 8:10:26 GMT -5
He moved to the balcony and looked over the Mander. He remembered all those years ago, when the Dornish marched on him. He set the river ablaze and flanked his foes. It was one of his greatest victories. He grimaced, some people took pride in their victories. Not him, it meant death and suffering. "Send my lady wife in, Maester, please."
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 18, 2012 12:25:12 GMT -5
The Maester bows and soon Bree Mallister enters and curtsies, "You called for me my Lord?"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 18, 2012 12:30:20 GMT -5
He turned to her and smiled, "My lady, a letter from King's Landing." He motioned to the table, "A summons. For peace. All lord paramounts and even the prince of Dorne. I am sending you to Seagard. If fighting breaks out, you'll be safe with your brother."
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 18, 2012 12:46:34 GMT -5
"No, my lord, If I may I would wish to go to Winterfell, Lorraine is getting remarried. I wish to attend." She said with a smile.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 18, 2012 12:52:44 GMT -5
"Lorraine? The Tully girl? I remember her brother Todric. Fine, go to Winterfell, but take Garret and two hundred men. I won't have any harm befalling you." he moved closer and hugged her.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 18, 2012 12:56:10 GMT -5
"Two hundred men? My lord do you think that is too much? I am sure Garret can protect me."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 18, 2012 13:00:25 GMT -5
"No," he said firmly. "There are low lifes out there waiting to rob a war torn land. Fifty. All armored and horsed. My lady, if anything happened to you, well, what would I do. What would Jon and Garret do?" he released her from the embrace.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 18, 2012 19:01:06 GMT -5
She smiles, and reaches up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "Do not worry about me my lord, I will be fine."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 19, 2012 6:57:40 GMT -5
He smiled, "Good, Jonnet and I will leave for King's Landing when Lord Hightower arrives. If war breaks out again, you stay in the North or go to your brother in Seagard. Trust me on this, Bree, this ceasefire will not last, and when it breaks, all the hells will break loose. Now, leave me, but send for Ser Nathaniel Oakheart." he turned and stared out over the balcony.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 19, 2012 18:29:27 GMT -5
Lord Nathaniel Oakheart bursts though the door with a tired look. "Longhorn, what is this about?"
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